detail from a dream

before i forget:

a restaurant i walked by in a dream a few nights past (such a minor detail, really, that i didn't remember it until the next day) was called "herbs and carcasses".

uh?

buried with friends / smothered in hugs

as i was drifting off to sleep the other night i decided that, instead of being cremated, i'd rather be buried in a coffin filled with mixtapes made by people i've known.

but those mixes would not include CD's. they're too blade-like to be comforting.



[viewed: the decline of western civilization]

more than one year later...

sometimes i wonder how it is that i can sleep for such long periods of time, and how i can let so many things just slip away, and how i can get so fucking far behind in everything.

tyler, i feel like a shit for not responding to your e-mail yet. i'll be getting to that today.

other than that, i'm just trying to wake up, wipe the slugs off my face, and get ready for a new day.

file under: of cumpleaños

today my better half gains a bit of ground in the age race.

the first time she came to nyc for a visit, i told the waiter at that restaurant on india row that it was her birthday. that was when they played the famous "happy birthday, everybody" song on the cheap overhead speakers. i will always remember the little swivelling disco light that was on, and the clunking noise it made as the different colored lights rotated around and around.

clunk clunk clunk

happy birthday, N. growing older with you is fun!

file under: warp factor five

changes to one of the subway lines has created some local buzz recently, mostly over a re-activated station that's been closed and/or used for conductor training for the last few years. none of that really excites me, but i do love the "journey into space" feel this youtube vid conveys.

(originally covered by our local mavens of transporculturation, spacing wire, btw)

file under: geekout in the multiverse

it occurred to me yesterday morning that mark borchardt could easily be related to bubbles, and that american movie in general forms a kind of unbounded, milwaukee-by-way-of-nova-scotia cultural continuity with the trailer park boys that's eerily reminiscent of those heady crisis on infinite earths days. worlds colliding!

[and here's a totally unforseen score for our whoknows whatpop fans out there. nice!]

file under: late nite edition for fellow night shifters

i will say this about my upcoming transition back to the daylight world: no more "beers for breakfast", which will be a little sad.

have a good weekend, everybody.